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Fated	By : Cle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 14585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I accept” standing up I brush the gold-dusted leaves from my tangled curls.
“Besides, what choice do I have I said icily. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “However, I will need an unbreakable vow that you will stay true to your words unless this is some futile end for me.
Voldemort raises his wand to his forearm and says “Agreed, Severus.”
Seconds pass before a pop is heard. Severus Snape stands tall in billowing black capes. The years have been surprisingly well for the new Headmaster of Hogwarts, he hasn’t aged much. Professor Snape’s featherlight raven hair was longer, the ends just brushing the tips of his angular shoulders. I suppose freeing yourself from one of your manipulate masters would relive a lot of stress. Professor Snape stands in front of Voldemort and me, He quickly observes the area. His eyes linger a few seconds longer on me. I’m surprised I’m alive too, traitor. I think harshly.
Snape gracefully bows before Voldemort and then rises, staring at his remaining master with unreadable eyes.
“My Lord, Miss Granger, what do I owe the honor?” his baritone voice exactly how I remember it sounding in Hogwarts. I ache for those days, we knew nothing of hardship then. We were just kids with unrealistic views. Funny how small things like a murders voice can bring nostalgic memories. However, I’m snapped out of my reverie.
“Hermione and I require an unbreakable vow and you shall perform the bonding” Voldemort grabs my wrist and drags me closer to the center of Professor Snape and himself. Snape looks at me with the slightest hint of curiosity.
It’s not like I have a choice, Snape! I think bitterly. Voldemort can kill us all in seconds if he wanted. Harry’s incapacitated and Ron.. well I don’t even know if he survived. My heart pangs and my eyes water. Get it together Hermione. I play this sick little game and maybe I survive long enough to save Harry and Ron.
“I believe we need to discuss what we will be saying with this unbreakable vow,” I say while standing my ground and yanking my arm from his grasp.
“Hermione, my patience is growing very thin." Growls Voldemort.
"However, I shall humor you for a little while longer. I will leave you and your two comrades exactly how we found you before we attacked and will also allow you 48 hours of a cease-fire. During the race, you will be given your wand, slightly restricted to stop apparition and Patronus signals etcetera. If I catch you before you reach the other side of the Oos river, then well spoils go to the victor. Is that thorough enough?” Voldemort’s eyes gaze hungrily at me. My stomach tightens as I think over his words, trying to find anything that will limit my already slim odds. Professor Snape continues to stand in the shadows silently observing.
“Will you agree that your followers will not harm Harry Potter or Ron Weasley while I play your games, as well as heal them to assure they survive during this race I intend to win?” I say calmly.
Voldemort stares haughtily at me and I stare back, unwilling to back down from saving my friends from mortal injuries.
" Fine, Fine. I'll heal the idiots as well" Voldemort finally says walking closer to me. He reaches into his robes and I tense involuntarily. Voldemort pulls out a silver pocket watch and observes the time, he quickly puts it back in his dark robes.
" I haven't much time to play Hermione, I am a busy man, after all, shall we?" he gestures to the spot before him
I eye him warily as I slowly walk towards him. Professor Snape submerges from the shadows and takes his spot beside Voldemort, staring at my shaken form.
I face Voldemort, I barely reach up to his toned chest. So unfair how hot he is, He should look like... well he should look like how Harry described during our fourth year, during the Tri-wizard Tournament when he was reborn from the bone of his father, flesh of his rat-faced servant, and the blood of his enemy. Dark stuff. A pale and monstrous man with snakely features. That fit him better, But this gorgeous sculpted face, full lips, and his voice... I start to feel his darkened magic once again, suffocating and addicting...
" Stop it " I whispered slowly, leaning closer to him.
" Stop what Hermoine?," He says, his voice like a lullaby. Voldemort smirks as I began to sway back and forth, my knees began to weaken.
Snape clears his throat and I finally snap out of it. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
" top throwing your magical aura at me... its too... I won't be able to compete in your race with you trying to suffocate me! " I sputter out as I raise my chin in defiance.
Voldemort chuckles darkly "So it's my fault that you are so sensitive to dark magic? I will not diminish my power because your use to running around with weak boys" He taunts.
I clench my fist and say " Fine, let's get this over with"
Voldemort extends his arm, "Mudbloods first", He says gesturing to the earthen floor. I roll my eyes and kneel to the leave strewn ground, Voldemort follows. We are facing each other and He extends his right arm and raises his left eyebrow, I hesitate and stare back at his inky eyes.
Am I making a mistake? What if I'm falling right into his plan? But this may be the only way to save Harry and Ron! I slowly look towards the right, I can make out the main forest trail through the quickly darkening greenery, Maybe I could make a run for it, perhaps Harry and Ron were close? I do have my wand and extendable coin purse...
"You wouldn't get particularly far Miss Granger...", drawls Professor Snape from above. Merlin does everyone know how to read minds without eye contact?! I quickly calculate my odds of rushing past two full-grown wizards and I must undoubtedly agree with Snape as I sigh and finally put my right arm into his masters own. Let's get this over with.
"Wise choice Hermione, now shall we continue? I have prior engagements," says Voldemort smoothly, confident as he eyes my visual discomfort.
"You may start Miss Granger," says Professor Snape as we rest the tip of his elegant black wand on top of our joined hands. My golden skinned and his pale. I take a shaky breath and look into the eyes of my nemesis and begin.
" Will you vow Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort, keep true to your word, allowing Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and myself, Hermione Jean Granger go if I make it across the Oos River before you capture me. With our lives, souls, minds, and wands intact?" I ask Voldemort calmly, I shake the fog from his dark magic, I must remain clear-headed for this, I cannot mess up.
" I do," says Voldemort smoothly.
At Voldemort's words, a thin sliver of brilliant flame springs forth from Snape's wand and wounds its way around our joined arms. I'm startled as the lightened rope feels hot against our skin. I continue.
" Will you fully heal both Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to the best of your abilities as well as ensure no harm befalls them ?"
" Yes," he says, somewhat irritated. Another bright wisp of flame erupts from Snape's wand and joins its brother, dancing but never touching.
" Lastly, If I were to win would you also stay true to your word and allow us 48 hours of ceasefire?" I ask
"Yes," He says
A third flame joins the two around our arms, the heat intensifying ever so slightly. Now it's my turn. I look up to Voldemorts eyes and gasp, they are starting to turn red. I try to pull my arm away but I'm stuck due to the bond. Fuck.
Voldemort's voice is slow and sensual as he says " Will you vow, Hermione Jean Granger to compete in this race and if you were to lose submit to me and whatever I may choose to do?" His eyes are fully red as he waits for me to answer.
" I do," I say faintly as my eyes stare in shock as the fourth and final flame erupts and circles our arms like the rest. This time, however, they swirl faster and faster until a blinding light flashes and a searing hot pain flashes throughout my body as the bond takes place. I briefly close my eyes in pain before looking towards Voldemort. He rises before me and looks down at me with dark eyes, the red slowly diminishes. I stare back scared to move, I’m once again taken back by his cruel beauty. His hair covers his left eye as he stares at me. I slowly feel his dark magic caress my arms and neck. I swallow and stare defiantly back. I suddenly realize how cold it has gotten since nightfall. I shiver with dread, I will not show fear, I think weakly. I don’t rise yet, not fully ready for this chase of death.
Voldemort smiles darkly as if he knew exactly that. He stoops low and grabs my chin softly, lifting it to his smoldering gaze.
“The next time you are kneeling before me, in this very same manner, I will be your master, until then Hermione”
Voldemort then materializes out of thin air, and its then that I know… I played right into his plan.
I stare blankly at the spot where Voldemort currently was. My breath is stilled in shock. That’s when I realize that Snape is still here. I rise and turn to face him, breathing in short shallow breaths. I hold my gaze to his, hatred clearly evident in my eyes.
Snape stares down at me with eyes as dark as his masters. He stares at my battered and bruised body, my tangled curls, and finally my inflamed caramel orbs.
“Miss Granger, I deem it unnecessary to tell you how to live your life, seeing that you have managed to not get yourself and those two dunderheads killed up until now. However, this an entirely new and dangerous “game” and the Dark Lord’s fascination with you should not be taken lightly… I would run little miss know-it-all… that way.” Snape drawls out as he points his long pale fingers towards the left. The area is darkened but I can make out a small pathway covered with moss and leaves.
So I ran.
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